Duskfire Glacier glakoss

he nodded, the gesture small but genuine.
i’m sorry. for what happened to you.
the words were gruff, but there was no mistaking the sincerity beneath them. faust was not a man who often offered comfort—he had been raised in a world where survival left little room for softness—but satori had trusted him with her truth. he would honor that.
his eyes drifted to the lake, watching the gentle crackle of thawing ice along its edge. the world here was waking up, slowly but surely, and perhaps they all were too.
fresh start, he echoed, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. sounds good.
her tail brushed against him, and though he made no move to close the distance further, his shoulder leaned into hers—subtle, warm. a silent acknowledgment that she belonged here. that maybe, they all did.